Soojung and Mrs. Park whisper between one another, thinking they are free from punishment as they grew confident Jaebum will carry their blame. The two attempt to rejoice with contentment that their lives will finally return to normal without any blood at hand.
As their chattering stops, Mrs. Park gets up from her couch at the sound of the front door opening. She sees a restless Jinyoung walk through the entrance and she excitedly runs over to him. “Oh, son! You’re home!” She forgot he was returning home, too worried about her own evil doings and their possible consequences.
Emotional as soon as he sees his mother who he always thought would rejoice in his happiness, he red eyes squeezes out tears of sadness and betrayal.
Don’t tolerate it in yourself: ask “why am I feeling the need to undercut myself right now? Because I’m feeling overbearing? Then maybe cool it a bit. Because I want some love? Then show some or open up to someone about what I’m struggling with!”
Don’t tolerate it in others: tell people in a very simple way: “hey, don’t talk about yourself that way” or “Seems like something’s going on: I’m here!”
The world is DYING to put you down, particularly if you are from a vulnerable demographic, whether it’s because of your gender, sexuality, mental health, or WHATEVER.
summer posted fanart of a pokemon au, and i reblogged it and said that lance would name his vaporeon ‘vape god.’ summer thought that was hilarious so we started talking and came up with more pokemon names, but our friendship was mostly just the occasional message.
and then one day i found this picture of a horrifically taxidermied deer ass/hoohah and i thought ‘oh man, summer would love this.’
Well, here we are. It’s been quite the journey, and I hope you’ve all enjoyed it, especially you, @peetabreadgirl! There’s a strong chance I’d be crying in the corner over something fic related without you in my life. Clearly, you’re my Johanna. ;-) The story will be up on AO3 and FF.net in its entirety by the end of the week. I’ve been posting chapters five at a time, so if you follow me over there, I apologize for the flood of notification e-mails. Will make one more post here once it’s complete on the other sites. Smutty MCSmutterson out!
“Do you think they’ll serve pie?”
“Don’t eat the strawberry if they do. Just to be safe.” I smother my laughter at this and lean back against the trunk of the apple tree I scaled half an hour ago, the speakers below me unaware of my presence.
The funny thing about gossip and scandal is that it’s a stupid, fickle thing. Two years after I returned to Twelve Willows to propose a joint Daily Fix and bakery franchise to Peeta and ask him out for real, so much has already changed, and yet so much remains the same.